Sunday Poetry: That He Could Hold Me Was A Given
Welcome to Sunday Poetry. If this is your first visit you can read about the purpose and inspiration here.
What’s your part? Just slow down a little and come along for the read–or sometimes, for the listen. No analysis needed or required. Let the poem sink in and move you wherever it may. If you’d like to tell us what the day’s poem means in your life, or what word or phrase you’ve chosen to reflect on in the coming week, or where those reflections have taken you, we would be honored to have you comment.
Today is Father’s Day, and so we have a poem about fathers to enjoy. Not Forgotten by Sheila Packa comes to us from The Writer’s Almanac, and in addition to reading it yourself, you can hear it read by Garrison Keillor if you click on “Listen” just under the date it aired.
The last “father” poem I featured here brought a number of comments on my Facebook page. It was hard for some of you to read and think about. I think this one will affect you differently. To fathers everywhere.
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